Looking Up North Lee Street from the Edge of Yadkin Junction, Salisbury, NC

Here is the attachment for Yadkin Junction in Salisbury.

--Lannie

Urban Landscape: Lots of photos from almost the same spot, looking indifferent directions. I hope that the entire project does not borethe viewer too much. Comments welcome.

--Lannie

Hi Lannie,

Nice results.

I really enjoy passing though or visiting quaint places like this .

There is plenty of character and "grass route" history to appreciate.

Best Regards,  Mike

I like the photo simply because I can relate to it - it reminds me of my childhood. As a photo on its own I would say it lacks focus. Even if you had stood at the same spot and turned a bit to the right so that the street doesn't run down the centre of the picture (with the trees on the left and the houses on the right there is no real symmetry that needs to be emphasized) and it would have included that hut in the front right (transformer? someone's garage?) rather than leaving it hanging there. Or a slight turn to the left that takes that part out of the picture and emphasizes the tree-lined character. Every photo makes a statement and I have trouble reading this one. It seems to me that the you are undecided as to what you think about the landscape in front of you.

Looks like a seen from a disease-outbreak film, if only there were a lonely, unconcerned dog loping through.

Also like Tulsa.  There was one tiny part of Boulder that looked like Tulsa.  You don't know what your city looks like 'till you're shocked to see it somewhere it doesn't belong.  best, j

I'm not sure that anything could have made this shot interesting, guys, but I will try some variations, especially as the leaves come in with the warm air and longer days.

On this particular day, it was only shot as an afterthought to round out the shots from the Y-shaped RR junction.

--Lannie

It's very wide.  The relaxed sky, the tall trees, the low houses, the arrow-straight street all give it a bigness.  j

All that I can say for sure, Jamie, is that this is pretty much what I saw, to the best of my recollection--and, prosaic though it may be, it is yet a view that I enjoyed at the time, for whatever reason.

--Lannie

Otto: One last note if you are still around.  I did consider a lot of crops, but every one that took out most of the boring trees on the left while still maintaining the 4:3 aspect ratio of the monitor threatened to take out the fire hydrant at lower left---and I just didn't have the heart to do that.  After all, there it sits for decades, perhaps never being called into actual service even once.  Cutting it out of a Photo.net documentary picture just seemed too cruel,  sort of like having one's face edited out of the yearbook because one didn't quite fit in.  And the dogs come by, lift their legs, and, well, you know. . . .  I mean, like, hey, man, fire hydrants put up with a lot, you know?  I didn't have the heart, or the guts, to crop it out.

"They also serve who stand and wait."

So. . . the fire hydrant stayed, and with it the boring trees--at some cost to the overall composition.

[sigh]

--Lannie

Jamie, you do have a way with words.  Yet, yet,  a dog loping through would have surely found the fire hydrant at lower left, as I was just pointing out to Otto.  I can't very well post a peeing shot on Photo.net, and life is already unfair enough to fire hydrants without the additional humiliation.

"Looks like a scene from a disease-outbreak film." 

Jamie, I certainly hope that you give better compliments than that to Krisi, lest she disown you and fly (or is it "flee"?) back to Croatia.  Give her my regards, in any case.

--Lannie

"Paean to a Fire Hydrant"

 

On His Blindness (audio)

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They also serve who only stand and wait.

"When I consider how my light is spent

Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,

And that one Talent which is death to hide

Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent

To serve therewith my Maker, and present

My true account, lest He returning chide,

"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"

I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent

That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need

Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best

Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state

Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed,

And post o'er land and ocean without rest;

They also serve who only stand and wait.

 

                                                                  John Milton

My middle name is Milton.  Very entertaining to those who attended school with me.  After my grandfather, Milton John Kraft, who died shortly before I was born.  He was full German, so I have no Idea what possessed his parents to name him "Milton John."  An aviator of some repute, reputedly.

I like the picture, and the desolation.  I grew up in such a place and only later learned to see and appreciate what it looked like.  I'm reading, "Imperial," by William T. Vollman.  It's about Immigration policy and water policy and history and the desolate beauty of inland California abutting Mexico.  Great book.  best, j

There is a desolate sense to this area, Jamie.  The transition from railroads, warehouses, and other businesses to residential areas always gives this sense, I suppose.  Yadkin Junction is simply a major rail junction in the little city of Salisbury, but it itself is a virtual desert.  One gets the sense that, if one walked down this street and into the distance, the urban desert of pavement, railroad tracks, and buildings would give way to a more livable neighborhood--but only marginally so.

--Lannie